Golden Greenery

When a monster transforms into a madman, the color of heaven and earth changes.

The crisis that arose brought Zhuoyang unprecedented impatience on the court. He was eager to score goals and expand the score. Although it is not clear where this feeling comes from, Zhuoyang is sure that he must score next.

"Old guy, take care of your wife." Zhuoyang was too lazy to be polite to Marcelinho anymore and started to beat him with drums and hammers.

"What do you mean? What do you mean?" Marcelinho's eyes widened.

"Go away!!" Without further hesitation, after a low shout, Zhuo Yang turned his back to protect the ball, turned his left knee outward and secretly pressed against the inside of Marcelinho's foot joint, which will not cause you injury but will also make you Feeling the pain, he immediately shook his shoulders and hit his opponent with his back.

Firstly, Marcelinho did not expect that Zhuoyang would suddenly become careless, and he would start playing brutal and rough from the charming and delicate skills. Secondly, he was twelve centimeters shorter than Zhuoyang, and his chin was just too small for Zhuoyang. A hunched shoulder bump. Marcelinho was knocked unconscious, and his legs could not take root to stand firmly. He staggered back a few steps, and Zhuoyang wiped the ball and walked away with a long stride.

The sudden violence also shocked Basturk and Kovac. The two people who were originally well positioned just had to block their throats and hold Zhuo Yang back for a while, waiting for Marcelinho to get close to him again, but Zhuo Yang Such an unreasonable incident was beyond their expectations, and the two of them involuntarily and with great understanding chose to close the door. With the tactical awareness and interception ability of these two people, this is a stone door in the water with interlocking mechanisms and hidden weapons, which even Lara Croft of Tomb Raider cannot break.

However, Zhuoyang blasted towards Shimen like a battering ram!

Without any skills or any hesitation, Zhuo Yang came with the football in the wind and sand, whistling and crashing into the stone door that was about to be ajar. The three mountains moved together with the shock wave, and the waves hit the stone wall of Tianmen.

Basturk and Kovacs staggered to the left and right, savoring this life on the grass. In the first half, it was the teasing of evil spirits, but now it is the destruction of the mad demons.

After killing these two generals, Zhuoyang took the ball and strode into the penalty area. He changed his steps from the civet cat to the demon fox before. The rumble of footsteps could be heard carefully and clearly from the outer end of the Victor Stadium stands. The footsteps were like the sound of a floor-to-ceiling tom. The heavy bass shook the entire stadium.

Simunic rushed forward like a dead soldier, and the Musketeer Gomez, who had been entangled by him and couldn't breathe, took the opportunity to sneak into the space behind him, and while running, he spread out and signaled to Zhuo Yang: Hi, **, buddy It's empty here.

The cruel Zhuo Yang didn't want to pay attention to him at all. He let the trolls glare at him, but Zhuo Yang still followed the rhythm of his accent steps and changed direction with his right foot. He slightly missed Simunic and opened up a wider shooting angle. After a beat, he immediately started to rub his left foot vigorously and shoot.

The outer instep is like O'Sullivan's stick on the snooker table.

The kicked football was thunderous and erratic, and its flight arc seemed to turn a right angle in the air in a trance. Hertha Berlin goalkeeper Fiedler, just like in the first half, could only watch the ball go into the net.

In the 81st minute of the second half, Zhuo Yang expanded the score to 2:0.

The game has been decided. Zhuo Yang wanted to use the moonlight to sort out his mood, but found that his uneasiness became more intense and did not lessen as the score expanded. Ignoring the rushing Gomez, he used a cross-step feint to shake off the Gunners' embrace, rushed straight to the Hertha Berlin goal, grabbed the football from Fiedler, picked it up and ran towards the center circle. .

Not only the Madiborg people, but also Hertha Berlin were a little confused: What does he want to do? Is Madibao taking the lead?

Zhuoyang ran back to the center circle, pressed the football hard on the original spot, and called his teammates to come back and kick off. The sense of crisis made his heart beat fast, shaking his chest and making him feel tight. Suddenly, remembering something, Zhuo Yang once again moved away from Gomez, who had just ran back and tried to hug him, and ran to the Madibao bench like a 100-meter sprint.

"What's going on over there?" The anxiety in his words was obvious.

"1:0, Stuttgart! Still 1:0!" Mr. Woolf, the assistant coach who has been responsible for guarding the news of another game, reported the good news.

But why am I still panicking? Before he could think about it carefully, Zhuo Yang was swarmed by his teammates on the bench and hugged him. Then his teammates on the field also swarmed in, and Gomez shouted from the outside of the crowd: " **, **, let me hug you!"

Zhuo Yang forced his way forward in the crowd: "Sir, sir. Brothers, we still have to attack and score goals."

The Madibao players were very excited. They didn't even think about it after hearing this. They started shouting wildly along with them: Attack, attack! Goal, goal!

Only the scumbag Klopp was stunned for a moment: "...Okay, it's up to you. Just get in as many as you can. The more, the safer it will be."

What Zhuo Yang wanted most at the moment was to kick off the ball quickly, but Hertha Berlin failed to fulfill his wish and began to slowly make substitutions and adjustments.

Head coach Falcao Goetz already knew in his heart that this game was over, and there was no hope of turning defeat into victory. It cannot be said that the whole team of Hertha Berlin did not perform well, and even played exactly what he wanted, but they had no choice but to meet Madibao who was also in good condition. More importantly, Zhuo Yang has become an unsolvable existence.

Hertha Berlin's ace Marcelinho and Zhuoyang were evenly matched from the beginning, but soon became teased and crushed. The defense was stumbling, and the offensive task was entrusted to Zhuoyang. Nothing could be accomplished under the cover of his hands, and he couldn't run at all. He was now a walking corpse on the field.

Goetz gave up the game, knowing that he couldn't do it. It was not something a mature old man like him would do. With a wave of the flag, Hertha Berlin replaced Marcelinho and expressed their surrender to Madiburg.

——I will not stop you from creating legends. Congratulations, the respected Madibao!

However, perhaps it was God's will that Goetz did it unintentionally. He replaced him with an 18-year-old black midfielder from the echelon. He did not expect any offensive gains, and just wanted him to feel the atmosphere of the first-class stadium for the first time. By the way, It would be too ugly to defend Zhuo Yang to avoid being exposed. Anyway, there is not much time left.

Prince Boateng stood on the sidelines eager to try. He is of Ghanaian descent but was born in West Berlin. His brother Jerome Boateng, who is one year younger than him in the current German U1, is a defender of the German U17 and is also in Berlin. In the Hertha team.

As soon as he met him, Zhuo Yang was surprised by this unspectacular dark boy, because he felt the shadow of his brother the butcher Nigel de Jong in Boateng. Whether it is technical characteristics, defensive style, position selection and frequency of shots, Boateng is very similar to The Butcher, except that he is stronger and taller than The Butcher.

Brother butcher De Jong is the most difficult defender Zhuo Yang has encountered since entering professional football, bar none.

Boateng, who first arrived in the Bundesliga, impressed everyone. Zhuoyang couldn't deal with him immediately with direct roughness or weirdness. He could only rely on observation on the court to find weaknesses and overcome them with experience. However, this requires game time. .

In the midst of the entanglement, regular time was over. Zhuoyang watched the referee on the sidelines raise the electronic display board for 3 minutes of stoppage time. This was the last 3 minutes of his first Bundesliga season and the 3 minutes when the dust had settled.

Suddenly, there was a burst of noise from the stands, and the noisy singing became chaotic. Zhuo Yang felt a thump in his heart, and the feeling of uneasiness suddenly came over him again. News came quickly from the sidelines that at the Olympiastadion in Munich, piggy Schweinsteiger scored in the 90th minute.

Bayern Munich equalized the score!